[The Orphan's Love Affair with a Beauty's Rivalry] (Volume 3, Chapter 239)

Chapter 239 Springtime Splendor

Having spent so much time together, they understood each other quite well. The provocation tactic was indeed effective on the strong-willed Pi'er .

After pondering for a while, he replied, "The Vice Sect Leader seems to have said… said… whatever needs Madam has in her life, you

must find a way to satisfy them. Yes, that's it!" He was pleased with his good memory and for not

disappointing .

Seeing the surprise on Madam's face, he asked in bewilderment, "Whatever Madam asks me to do, even if it means going through

fire and water, I should obey unconditionally. The Vice Sect Leader is right."

Liu Rushuang thought to herself: Although Zihan didn't explicitly say so when he specially sent this child to serve me, his words

carried a clear implication. It seems that Zihan only wanted a superficially harmonious family, using an invisible

shackle to imprison me in the inner courtyard. Besides shifting the blame for the broken marriage onto me, perhaps he also planned

to use this child to relieve my itch and satisfy my physiological needs when I felt itchy, as compensation? Truly

killing two birds with one stone.

Even if I couldn't resist, and I'd accept

anyone, familiar or unfamiliar, this child is still impotent and can't have sex with me to satisfy me. Zihan's words are truly perplexing. Could it be that he's

planning for my future? Or does Zihan know I'm a pedophile and could satisfy me through mirror-grinding?

Seeing her hesitate and her face showing a hint of anger, Pi'er said somewhat uneasily, "Madam, did I say

something wrong and upset you?"

Liu Rushuang came to her senses and smiled, "No... it's just that you're still young and don't understand. Auntie does have

a very urgent need, but it's definitely not something that can be satisfied by just any man. It has to be a man that Auntie loves,

let alone you..."

Yes, she has a dream lover, a real dream lover, the kind that's just a figment of her imagination. Of course, even

fantasies need a real image as a starting point. That came a year ago when she visited Abbot Shi Yan at the Lingxian Temple on Zishan Mountain.

The two were close friends for many years. She didn't believe in the gods of Taoism and often went to the Lingxian Temple to visit her old friend, never to worship any gods.

According to the old Taoist priest, this Taoist temple was not originally called Lingxian Temple. Legend has it that many years ago,

a , creating a deep crater. Afterwards, someone went down to investigate and found that it was engraved

with seven ancient seal characters: Lingxian Jingyue Yunzifeng. It was neither a poem nor a lyric, but rather a prophecy. This matter was very strange.

Since it came from the sky, it must be the will of heaven. So the abbot at the time renamed the temple after the first two characters.

Seeing the complexion etched with worldly desires on her face, Master Shiyan sighed, "Benefactor Liu, your air is too heavy with worldly concerns. You should

come here more often to burn incense and worship the gods. You should know that sincere worship can purify the mind and reduce desires."

"Master, just from how you always address me, I know you've reached the profound realm of formless tranquility,

haha!" However, despite these words, she always deeply believed in the words of this old Taoist with profound spiritual foundation. So she entered

the main hall to burn incense and worship the gods. The Lingxian Temple enshrined a golden statue of the Queen Mother of the West. After devoutly burning incense and bowing three times and nine times, she,

for the first time ever, began to doubt Master Shiyan's words. After worshiping the gods, she didn't feel purified or reduced to desires; instead, she

was captivated by the golden boy statue before the Queen Mother of the West.

The statue was exquisitely carved and lifelike, polished to a gleaming shine by diligent monks. A golden light shone from its head,

as radiant as the sunny and lovely smile on its face! Even its eyebrows, eyes, nose, mouth, and ears were so

delicate and beautiful, so endearing! She couldn't help but walk up to the statue, defying divine authority to gaze upon the captivating

smile of the Golden Boy.

Was it the environment that reflected her heart, or her heart that reflected the environment? The Golden Boy, too, was gazing at her, his deep, shining eyes

seemingly holding a tender affection. Her heart was instantly struck! She felt as if her soul had been stolen!

For nearly twenty years, she had been alone in her empty chambers; who knew the boundless emptiness and loneliness she had felt in recent years? Especially in the half-awake,

midnight hours, when darkness enveloped her and her pillow was empty, she could only let her imagination soar freely,

boundless and limitless.

Then, the Golden Boy statue she had seen at Lingxian Temple came to life, transforming into a peerless, celestial youth, riding a white horse and

playing a flute. The youth politely helped her onto the horse, gently embracing her waist, and led her to

a beautiful garden. There, spring was in full bloom, like a paradise on earth. The mirror-like lake shimmered with

light, and a hundred flowers bloomed, vying for attention.

The boy held her hand, whispering sweet nothings as they led her into a patch of waist-high grass.

They embraced passionately, he whispering the most moving words of love and the deepest longing in her ear.

In her most intoxicated state, they kissed passionately, his caresses tracing every inch of her body, including her most private parts,

wild and fiery!

His crotch bulged prominently, and she couldn't resist reaching out to grab it, playing with it closely. So long,

so big, so hard, so hot—like a mighty fire dragon! She wanted it! Right now!

She gently pushed the boy away, and danced gracefully to the ethereal melody of the flute. With elegant movements, she removed

her excess clothing, lifted her bodice, and swayed her hips, displaying her large, snow-white breasts

like a peacock spreading its tail, flaunting her beautiful face and mature, alluring figure. She removed her underpants,

revealing a glimpse of her lush, primeval forest.

The boy, deeply attracted by her large breasts, thick pubic hair, and mature charm, also stripped naked,

his enormous member standing erect! She used to pin the boy down, sit on him, and slowly guide his fiery dragon

into her long-neglected, moist, and secluded cave. She rode him with all her might, sharing the joys of love with him. Her

love was satisfied, but the pleasure her body received was limited, because her cave wasn't truly holding his

fiery dragon ...

In moments of passion and hazy intoxication, she often couldn't help but reach down and caress her private garden,

a fertile ground with crisscrossing ravines, babbling brooks, and lush vegetation, yearning for the boy of her dreams to enter her valley and diligently

cultivate it. Her fingers slid into the moist, writhing vulva, the meager sense of fullness failing to relieve

the itching, only serving as a form of self-gratification. Unable to find satisfaction, she could only fantasize about ecstasy again and again, often falling asleep exhausted

as dawn broke .

This dream lover shielded her from all temptations, allowing her to settle into a monotonous and lonely

life . She only relied on the occasional dream of meeting him in secret to alleviate her inner loneliness and physical emptiness.

She planned to live her life like this for the rest of her life.

Later, seeking a more tangible satisfaction, she commissioned a skilled craftsman to create the Golden Boy statue using the finest materials.

Of course, she herself had added the horn. However, no matter how skillful the craftsman's technique, a statue

was ultimately an emotionless, lifeless object. The stimulation from the dark cave was intense, but love had no foundation, relying solely on

the wings of fantasy.

She never imagined that her visit to the temple would escalate to this state. Whenever she thought of the scene in her dream, she would be

overcome with passion, indulging in fantasies, and her body would exhibit obvious signs of arousal. Perhaps the Venerable Master Shiyan was right

; she was too burdened by worldly desires, unable to escape the entanglement of love and lust, and thus craved dual satisfaction.

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